Verifying that the frame was still free of glass bits, he hoisted himself up on the sill and crawled through.
A familiar musty smell of mold, dust, and dead mice filled his nostrils, sharp as memory. It was much darker in here, and he fished the flashlight from his pocket. Passing the beam around the room, he found his bearings as quickly as if he’d been here yesterday. He and his buddies hadn’t known then the exact nature of what once went on inside, only that it used to be a kind of hospital where women without money came to have their babies. Eyeing the wooden counters and ceiling-high shelves that he’d scrambled up and over while playing tag, he now figured this must have been the reception area. He stepped through its only doorway, and the wooden floorboards creaked loudly, as they’d done two decades ago. Staring down the dark passageway that ran the length of the building, he felt a familiar, yet old anxiety reassert itself. Then it had been part of a game, titillatingly effervescent, the sort of thrill he experienced in a horror movie or at the summer carnival’s House of Terror, not the foreboding he sensed now. His beam of light didn’t help any, making the faded wood along the barren corridor only seem more ghostly.
He began to walk, having no idea what he was looking for, yet kept his mind open to impressions, allowing them to play loose and free through his head where, with luck, they would offer some brilliant insight into what he saw. At least that was how it was supposed to work.
On either side of him were small bare rooms, each about fifteen feet square, twenty of them in all. Bleak and dismal under his white probings, the curls of peeling paint on the walls and clumps of dust on the floors cast shadows that made everything look ragged. Sleeping quarters? The idea of being shut up in one of them, even when it would have been clean and less decrepit, gave him the creeps.
At the far end of the hallway, he came across a pair of large, tiled chambers situated opposite each other, many of the white ceramic squares cracked or missing altogether. In one a row of round black holes across the floor indicated where the toilets had stood; in the other a half dozen open stalls stripped clean of all nozzles and taps, even the drains, were all that was left of the communal showers. Scratching noises came from deep within the uncovered plumbing, and he pictured legions of rats waiting down there, ready to crawl out as soon as night fell.
He found a stairway and headed for the upper floors.
Mark imagined the culture of shame and censure that had driven all those women to this bleak, isolated place. The practice at the time would have been to whisk them away from their homes, out of sight of friends and neighbors as soon as they started to “show” in the second trimester. Steeped in guilt, they’d then endure months of waiting in “homes” such as this. He could almost see them, heads cowed over swollen bellies as they shuffled to and from their rooms, made to feel they’d sinned by the sanctimonious silence of the staff. At least that’s how it had been described to him by some of the veteran nurses during his obstetrical training. They’d wanted to impress on the residents how far society had come regarding single moms.
The second floor was a carbon copy of the first. The third and fourth the same. Looking out a window he got a bird’s-eye view of the grounds. Through the falling snow and dying light, the stalks of grass now seemed black, resembling a wildly irregular bed of needles amidst an encroaching border of brush. He scanned the edge of the trees beyond, making sure that none of the shooters he’d heard earlier had taken a notion to come here and fire off a few more rounds to test their marksmanship.
Still alone, as far as he could tell.
Continuing to use his flashlight, he descended to the basement and strode through an area of sinks, counters, and wires dangling out of walls.
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